In this exciting thriller from Mary Higgins Clark, the #1 New York Times bestselling “Queen of Suspense,” a news reporter tries to find her birth mother just as she is assigned to cover the high-profile trial of a woman accused of murdering her wealthy husband.
Television journalist Delaney Wright is on the brink of stardom after she begins covering a sensational murder trial for the six p.m. news. She should be thrilled, yet her growing desire to locate her birth mother consumes her thoughts. When Delaney’s friends Alvirah Meehan and her husband Willy offer to look into the mystery surrounding her birth, they uncover a shocking secret they do not want to reveal.
On trial for murder is Betsy Grant, widow of a wealthy doctor who has been an Alzheimer’s victim for eight years. When her once-upon-a-time celebrity lawyer urges her to accept a plea bargain, Betsy refuses: she will go to trial to prove her innocence.
Betsy’s stepson, Alan Grant, bides his time nervously as the trial begins. His substantial inheritance hangs in the balance—his only means of making good on payments he owes his ex-wife, his children, and increasingly angry creditors.
As the trial unfolds, and the damning evidence against Betsy piles up, Delaney is convinced that Betsy is not guilty and frantically tries to prove her innocence. A true classic from Mary Higgins Clark, As Time Goes By is a thrilling read by a master of the genre.
More About the Author
If I were to define myself in one sentence, I would say, “I’m a nice Irish Catholic girl from the Bronx.”
I was a Christmas Eve baby all those years ago, the second of the three children of Nora and Luke Higgins. Mother was pushing forty when they married and my father was forty-two. My older brother was named Joseph. Nineteen months later I, Mary, was born. Three and a half years later, my little brother, John, came along.
We lived in a very nice section of the Bronx on a street off Pelham Parkway. I loved our house. I still love it. After my father died, when I was eleven, my mother had to sell it.
I went to Saint Francis Xavier Grammar School. Two years ago I went back and was Principal for a Day. Escorted by two of the tiniest children, I was led into the auditorium while the whole student body sang “Hello Mary. You’re back where you belong.” I still tear up thinking about it.
I was awarded a scholarship to Villa Maria Academy which is in the Pelham Bay section of the Bronx, otherwise I couldn’t have afforded to set foot in it.
I went to Woods Secretarial School and at eighteen had my first full-time job as Secretary to the creative director of Remington Rand’s in-house advertising agency. If I were making that choice now I would have gone to college even though God knows we needed the income. On the other hand the three years I spent in Remington Rand was a tutorial in advertising which served me well when I was widowed with five small children. Another plus was that I left Remington to be a flight stewardess with Pan American Airways and when my contemporaries were seniors in college, I was flying to Europe, Africa and Asia.
Warren Clark and I were married on December 26, 1949 and had five children in the next eight years; Marilyn, Warren, David, Carol and Patricia. Warren died of a heart attack in 1964. The highest compliment I can pay my kids are that they are like him.
I sold my first short story when I was twenty-eight. It was alled ‘Stowaway’. It had been rejected forty times before a magazine in Chicago bought it for one hundred dollars.
My first book was about George Washington. It was published in 1969 and disappeared without a trace. Three years ago Simon and Schuster co-published it with the Mount Vernon Historical Society and retitled ‘Mount Vernon Love Story’, it became a bestseller.
My first suspense novel ‘Where Are the Children’ was bought in 1974 for three thousand dollars by Simon and Schuster. Thirty-three books later, I’m still with S&S.
Time to wind up – at least for the present. As soon as I sold ‘Children’ I enrolled in Fordham College. Went there for five years at night and earned a B.A. in Philosophy. Summa cum laude, if you please.
I never thought I’d marry again but ten years ago I threw a cocktail party on St. Patrick’s day. My daughter, Pat, urged me to invite John Conheeney. Her opening words about him were, “Have I got a hunk for you!” He came to the party and we were married eight months later.
I’m Honorary Chairman of FraXa Research. My grandson, David, has the Fragile X syndrome, which is the second leading cause of retardation after Downs Syndrome. Basically the brain of the people who have it can’t send out the proper signals because there’s a kind of short circuit in the synapses that carry the signals. We raise money for research with the goal of finding a medication that will work around that short circuit. I go all over the country to the fund-raisers as new chapters of FraXa are opened.
I’m always asked to name my favorite book. They’re ALL my favorites. If there is one book that is very special to me, it is my memoir ‘Kitchen Privileges’ because writing it made me relive my early life including those first struggles to become a writer. I think ‘Kitchen Privileges’ is both tender and funny and it’s me.